Midnight Garden

In the hours after dark,
just as the clock strikes twelve,
we meet in front of the iron gates
leading to our midnight garden
You smile at me and grasp my hands
I am your yesterday and you are my tomorrow

But, when we close our eyes to sleep,
our nights become one under the full moon
Walking hand in hand down the brick paths,
which lead us through aged stones of forgotten names
to a place of passion and secret desires,
where we lay on the earth among them

The blue glow of the moonlight on your skin
casts silver shadows on your breast
and reflects the hunger in your eyes
The taste of your sweet flesh
awakens something deep inside my core
And I lose myself in you

Giving in to the moment, like ravenous dogs
devouring the beat of our rhythmic breath,
we will disturb the quiet essence of this place
There will be no rest for the interred this night
until ecstasy washes over us
and leaves us exhausted in its wake

Under watchful eyes of silent voyeurs,
longing for this human touch
for which they are now eternally denied,
we walk hand in hand back down the brick paths
Just before dawn, we exit our midnight garden, we part
Me to my yesterday, you to your tomorrow